Well, that had focused me. My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a name.So, there they were, fucking e...ch other without a care in the world. It was over, right? They'd gotten caught and shit but it was over and they were free to live their fucking incestuous lives and laugh behind their backs at that fucking idiot Marc Breuster. They were free, with a freedom that I would never again be able to feel.I'd given them three months. I'd wanted them to. I had the video camera ready and was playing with her to get her nice and wet when we heard a knock at the door. My buddy came in and I introduced him to my wife. I handed him the camera and showed him the controls and he was ready to go. I sat on the edge of the bed with my wife standing in front of me and I started kissing her. I turned her around to face John (not really his name, but...), pulled open her lingerie and said, "how do you like these breasts? They're all real." I said to my wife. I let mine rise gently to greet yours behind my teeth. I moan as we gently press our tongues together. You break the kiss but not willingly. You gently kiss down to my neck, lips dancing along my throat, your teeth teasing my skin. My fingers run through your hair, down to your shoulders and then I trail my fingertips down your arms. Your mouth works its way down to the center of my bra and I swear that you can feel my heart racing. My mouth runs dry as you slide your hands under my back and. My husband, Cory, and I had been together for five years now, after dating for a few years before. As with many couples over the years, the strains of work and life, in general, had forced us apart. Well, not forced so much as drifted apart until we were more roommates; one of my friends called us brother and sister as if her special world was any better.I was the quiet one in the relationship, Cory more outgoing and the extrovert by far. It worked out well for the times we did go out and I.